Raf Koons fucks Rick Palmer

Raf Koons grips Rick Palmer’s hips, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the couch as Palmer kneels, fingers already tangled in his own cock. The bearded man’s smooth chest rises with each breath, his weight pinning Palmer’s back while Raf’s mouth trails down, teeth grazing the base of his spine before his tongue finds the tight hole. Palmer arches into the touch, his own hand working his shaft as Raf’s fingers slide between his thighs, slick with need. The couch creaks under them, the only sound the wet smack of skin against skin.